Here's wishing everyone an irrational Pi Day. I'm sorry to say that I didn't participate in any mathematical activities, nor did I eat any pie... though the local butcher makes really good steak-and-kidney ones. To be honest, I make a decent steak-and-kidney pie myself. The typical family pie, though, has got to be a simple lamb pie that my sainted grandmother used to make, but on the rare occasions I make one, I use a fair amount of garlic, which she wouldn't have put in there. As far as dessert 'pies' go, there are a couple of places I go to for Portugese egg tarts, which are also popular in China.
Alas, no pie for me... I worked the graveyard shift and, by the time I crossed the threshold of my apartment, I was pretty knackered so I slept all the doo-dah day. I assure you, though, as I slept, I dreamed of Pi, trying to calculate this most crucial of irrational numbers to as many digits as I could.